A Magazine of My Mind

March 10, 2009

She was Frisky without Apology

I can’t sleep so I’ll just pretend I had a sedulous dream about a smart, sexy and sensitive girl. I’ll apply the discipline she would expect from me to dissect a song. All messed up in my splendid isolation.
“An epilogue for you” she wrote. From far away she wants me to cry her name.
She listed the “realities that you chose to ignore” and pegged me a persistent outlier.
She post scripted “You’re a soul I can download in a minute”.
By now my heart is irritated and the weirdness is warm.